Chapter 592

By the time they stepped out of the room, the situation was already under control. Dozens of waiters were working hard to clean up the mess in the corridor. When they saw Anderson coming out, they made way for him in unison. "Careful on your way out, Mr. Barlow." Anderson left while looking straight ahead, and when he reached the elevator, someone pressed the button for him. As he stepped into the elevator, he heard Gregory's furious voice and the sound of someone being slapped. The elevator doors closed at that precise moment. "Anderson, I knew you wouldn't leave me there to die. I would've been in prison by now if it weren't for you." As they walked outside, Anderson didn't bother to speak with Orson. Assuming that Anderson was upset, Orson went into the driver's seat. "Anderson, it's snowing now, so the road is going to be slippery. I'm good at driving, so let me drive." Shane turned him down. "Mr. Orson, driving isn't a game. If you wish to repay your debt to Mr. Anderson, please behave for a while so that this doesn't happen again. To be more precise, this is your only chance." "Of course, of course! Anderson is right. I promise that I won't ever break the law again, and Anderson can supervise me." In some of the businesses Anderson ran, Orson was responsible for the work that lay in the gray area of the law. This was the job Anderson entrusted him with. Orson was born evil and wouldn't listen to anyone but Andreson. Even if others mocked him and called him Anderson's hound, he didn't mind. However, if anyone talked badly about Anderson, Orson would make sure they suffered. The last one who said something bad about Anderson had his tongue cut out by Orson. "Has Mayra gone to the Sawyer residence?" Anderson, who had remained quiet for a while, spoke up. "Ms. Sadler still lives in the same place but would stay at the Sawyer residence over the weekend," Shane said. "Is she there now?" "Ms. Sadler left the residence shortly after Brandon did," Shane said. "She's probably with Gordon now." "He sure has a lot of free time if he's here," Anderson said. The car moved across the streets at night and stopped at the crossroad when the traffic light turned red. The neon lights reflected on the car window, and the atmosphere inside the car remained tense. Suddenly, Shane spoke and broke the silence, "Mr. Barlow, look at that alley. Is the girl crouching over there Ms. Sadler?" He pointed outside the window, his tone uncertain. Anderson opened his eyes, his gaze sharp enough to see through anything. As he turned to the direction Shaen pointed, he saw a small figure crouching by the street light. Mayra kept her head bowed and was drawing circles on the snow beneath her feet, looking slightly lonely. "Isn't she with Gordon? Why is she here at this time?" Shane asked. Anderson frowned, feeling an indescribable feeling rising within him.